beaming bright our
Brooklyn’s bodies to balmy baseball boys
And the napalm bomb
cannot hurt us now,
only imagine the imagery to injury
and tear the terror from our tears>.
-Music in Regine, 2008
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A teen girl living on the edge of New York writes of her vagabond/urchin adventures in poetic form, documenting her tries at love, healing, drugs, anarchism and beauty. Today, after receiving a shot to a top college, she looks back at a life in poems, and writes on. This is the story of Me.
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